108
The Ritual of life
The declaration.
The ritual of running.
The spirituality of endurance.
The yoga of breath.
The reflection of self.
I don’t run for glory.
I run because I can.
I run to challenge myself.
I move to raise awareness
around the need to help others.
I began a ritual many years ago.
Back then, I had no idea at all.
After failure, I pushed myself and completed a sprint triathlon
my first endurance medal.
Since then, I’ve done a half iron,
a marathon,
and a 52 km ultra.
I’ve done many self-supported runs,
the most recent a 55 km fun run
from Humber Bay to Burlington.
Currently, I’m signed up for three official races:
→ 50 km Fat Ass Ultra
→ 50 miles at Sulphur Springs
→ 52 km at the Middle Path
Between now and August.
The ritual began with that calf injury in the sprint…
and it will finish after 108 medals.
Only races that are 50 km+ or half irons+ will count.
I don’t expect this to be short.
It’s a commitment to myself for the next decade
to thrive, to be my best.
Because running is more than a race.
It’s how I connect to the Creator.
It’s how I realize: I am Shiva. I am That. All is One.
Some find themselves in ashrams.
Others in yoga retreats.
For me, it’s the wilderness
the song of the birds,
the flow of the rivers.
The solitude I embrace
as I breathe through the kilometers,
melting into consciousness itself.
We repeat mantras 108 times on beads.
Each race becomes one of those mantras.
A transformation of self.
Growth to keep evolving.
Some people look at aging as a decline.
I see it as evolution.
A rise, a fall
all laced within the beauty of the moment.
At 41, I know I’m still young.
But I’ve seen what’s possible at 71.
That’s what inspires me to keep pushing.
To keep moving forward.
This is the ritual of 108
a dedication to Kali,
to Mother Earth,
to water, wind, sun, and soil.
A commitment to keep raising awareness.
To keep helping feed those in need.
A commitment to myself
to keep growing,
to keep choosing love.






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